the willow, the weep

in stasis, these hands
these lips, this body
cooled to a death.
the stillness of interlude,
the physical silence
untouched, unmet

I am
  bowed, like the willow
  sunk, like the weep

harboring the unforgotten
behind these crazed eyes,
the warp and blur.
down in the depths of it
where shadows are the sum
of Beauty’s departure

I am
  bowed, like the willow
  sunk, like the weep

fault me not for the
weeds in the garden,
the vipers on the vine.
these grounds are unkempt
and the aching hollow of
dusk now arrives

I am
  bowed, like the willow
  sunk, like the weep

(image from paintingandframe.com)